3. THE RECIPE FOR ALL GOOD

By J.J. Colagrande

I was in a Fairy mood, bro–feeling magical. Light. Free and fluttery. Mystical. And a little mischievous of course. Probably the baby inside of me brought it out–a guardian mamma, maybe? So that represented the theme of our camp. I brought wings, homemade, and even some extras for Princess, and whoever. Kurtis wears wings with no shame in his game. I didn’t know about Shore Morris. He’s a little too serious for fairy wings. But I also brought plenty of glitter fairy dust. And I had paint supplies to make signs. Plus I brought hula hoops, magic wands and plenty of crafts. I wanted to make our camp into a Fairy temple. I also had patchwork to trade or sell. Although I wasn’t in much of a vending mood, I figured it couldn’t hurt to have some of my gear. Maybe at some point I could trade or consign them with a vender. You never know. That’s my attitude. Better safe than sorry. In the beginning I just wanted to set up our Fairy garden. All four of us assembled the coolest little campsite. We even put up a picket fence. I lined the fence with faux daisies I picked up at a local nursery. We had a great camp with ample shelter in case it rained, even though the weather forecast predicted country heaven. Still, our canvas roof provided ample shade from the summer sun. With our Fairy camp all set up, we helped Shore Morris and Princess get their gear together. They built a fortress of sorts; right next door to our garden Shore Morris and his thirteen star Betsy Ross American flag looked like a bomb shelter of sorts, all ragged and worn, just draped in blue tarp. Their shelter looked like a slum, but on the inside Princess made sure they decked out their Camp Condo real nice. I couldn’t believe their amenities. Fully carpeted with well-lit gas lamps. Come on, bro. They had a generator to provide the electrics. And a refrigerator and blow-up mattress of the highest comfort level. Guess Princess didn’t play around. I’m sure old Shore Morris didn’t care about such facilities. Whatever. I loved our location near RV Parking, right next to Family Camping–that’s what did it for me. All through the weekend I watched the shorties with one eye, observing them playing Frisbee with dad, or picnicking with mom and neighbors, also hula hooping with us. It was great to see music festivals start to cater to families and kids. They even had extra security–if you wanted to walk into Family Camping, you needed an escort, ensuring no deadbeat wingnut kids could come in with drugs. It gave me the recipe for All Good. Three cups of friendship, a glass full of family, a stick of patience, and a heaping tablespoon of generosity. Sprinkle in loving kindness and the laughter of children. Pound steadily with music. Mix it in moderation. Then bake at four-hundred and twenty degrees for four days. Finally, garnish with a smile. That is the recipe for All Good.
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